Many years ago, Bertha, a Hopi woman on Walpi, gave me this prayer bundle. That was almost 20 years ago. I've been friends with her and her family ever since. I realized today I'd never taken a photograph of it. So here it is, resting on my deceased sister's baby blanket.
Sweet people, the Turtle Clan folk on First Mesa. You all are in my thoughts and prayers, even though I only see you once a year or so. I miss you.
From top to bottom: "Nannie's mirror in a hundred-year-old Cottonwood tree, Empire Ranch, Arizona", "Nannie's mirror in a dead Live Oak tree, Santa Rita Mountains, Arizona", "Nannie's mirror near Mt. Tom, California", "Nannie's Mirror at Sgt. Atwood's grave, San Francisco National Cemetery, California", "Nannie's Mirror north of the Mustang Mountains, Arizona", and "Purple Magnolia, Telegraph Hill, San Francisco, California". All images copywrited 2014 Stu Jenks and Fezziwig Press.
"...Santa María, Madre de Dios, ruega por nosotros, pecadores, ahora y en la hora de nuestra muerte...," prayed the five women at the church this afternoon.
I wept as they said their Hail Marys over and over, around and around, a chant of my hemisphere and desert.
"God, where do I got from here?" I thought, not saying my prayers aloud. "I need your help. Guide me with intuitive thoughts, and by the actions and words of people," as the five women said again and again, "...Santa María, Madre de Dios, ruega por nosotros, pecadores, ahora y en la hora de nuestra muerte..."
Images: "Consecraged Ribbons, Magdalena de Kino Pueblo Magico, Sonora, Mexico", "Chevy & Boy, Magdalena, Sonora, Mexico", and "Nannie's Mirror, Highway 15, North of Magdalena, Sonora, Mexico" (c) 2014 Stu Jenks.
I kind of screwed up. I distributed the PBRC Audiobook to streaming sites as well as purchase sites. A few hundred people have listened to it, thank you very much, but I only get a tuppence a listen. Really. I receive between a third of a cent to 1.3 pennies per play. Oops.
So over the coming days, I'll be upload, a story at a time, the complete Pamela's Baby Rocking Chair audiobook, for free.
I'm pushing 60 and I think about these kinds of things.
Craig Acorn, Cathy Spann and Greta Ward have the details on how to get to C.J.'s Fault. (There's a topo map in a desk drawer too, if you need it.) When you arrive at the top, you'll find a small cairn I made four years ago.
When I die, I'd like to have my ashes sprinkled inside of that small chamber of rocks, or near by.
(You can take some of my ashes to the family plot in Virginia if you like, but that's not a big deal to me. Just let Currie Funeral Home in Kilmarnock, Virginia know I'm dead, and they'll sandblast the death date on my headstone.)
Come visit C.J.'s Fault from time to time, as much for the view as for the remembrance. It's a pretty place. Maybe you'll see a Big Horn or two. They bed up there.
Again, Craig Acorn, Cathy Spann, and Greta Ward know the way.